Chapter 20 The First Show 3

It may be to see the players on the bench warming up, stimulating the players on the field, or the roar of head coach Fernandez played a little role. Marseille's attack is starting to look a little better. At least it is no longer passively beaten and has no power to fight back.

In the 33rd minute, Marseille got the best chance to score since the opening.

Jahieu showed his good footwork, and his beautiful diagonal ball tore the defense of Paris Saint-Germain. This clever sudden back plug-in of Wadrie made Paris Saint-Germain's offside tactical failure.

"Beautiful pass! Not offside! Not offside! This is a chance for Marseille!" Blanco, the commentator of the Marseille club OM TV station, suddenly shouted loudly. Marseille was completely passive after the opening, and he had been aggrieved for a long time.

Blanco's high shouts are high. When the tide comes, it stops abruptly. Wadrie faced the goalkeeper Mohammed of Paris Saint-Germain. Benham, he seemed to be lack of confidence. His shot was weak, and Benham fell to the ground and was steadily thrown under him.

After clinging to Wadry's single shot, Benham got up from the ground. He held the ball, waved his fist, and roared at Wadry with a chagrined and depressed face. The young goalkeeper of Paris Saint-Germain once said that he admired German goalkeeper Kahn most. At this moment, Benham looks like a little Lion King.

He wasted a great opportunity and was so humiliated by the opponent's goalkeeper. Vadry's whole body was like frost. He stood there with his head down.

Zhang Yang warmed up on the sidelines. He looked at the scene in the field and was very angry. The goalkeeper of Paris Saint-Germain was too arrogant!

"Bastard, don't let me play, or you will have to score a few goals from that guy!" Zhang Yang gritted his teeth and said. Although he has conflicts with Vadry, in any case, they are teammates and members of the Marseille team. People talk about them that they will never be separated from each other. They have only one label on their 'Marsely players'. At this moment, Mohammed. Benham's provocation to Wadri is not only to humiliate Wadri, but also to the Marseille team! Among them, Zhang Yang is also one of them! I understand the truth of collective honor!

However, the Czechs are too bearish. Looking at Wadry's roar in the face of the goalkeeper of Paris Saint-Germain, Zhang Yang was angry again.

He has always felt that the court is a warrior on the battlefield for players! Only fallen warriors, no cowardly coward! Just now, if Wadrie dared to go up and punch him, Zhang Yang would admire that Wadry was a man!

Although Wadri wasted such a good opportunity, the Marseille youth team still scored in the 39th minute of the game.

Another striker from Marseille, Dawu, was knocked down by his opponent in the front court. He won a good free kick for Marseille.

Jahioi's free kick caused a chaos in the Paris Saint-Germain penalty area. Paris Saint-Germain's defenders tried several times to relieve the ball but did not destroy the penalty area. In the chaotic battle, Marseille captain Orumbe hit the ball into the net with his knee.

When Orumbe scored, everyone on the bench in Marseille stood up and cheered for the goal! This goal is really a good time. It's so morale!

Zhang Yang also jumped up and waved his fist to cheer for the goal! It's beautiful to shout in! What a relief!

Seeing that the team's goal won back a city, Pierre did not make a substitution adjustment. In fact, generally speaking, unless it is a very bad situation, the head coach will not make personnel adjustments in the first half of the game. This is equivalent to a total negation of one's tactical arrangement.

After cheering for his teammate's goal, Zhang Yang saw that the head coach had no intention of replacing him, and he was a little disappointed.

He and other warm-up players returned to their seats and sat down. He knew that he should not be able to get a chance to play in the first half of the game.

Zhong Dajun in the stands saw that Zhang Yang returned to the bench after a short warm-up, and couldn't help but be a little disappointed. Of course, he also knows that after the team scores a goal, the head coach is unlikely to make any personnel adjustments at this time. I can only expect that the boy to get a chance to play in the second half of the game. Of course, at this moment, Zhong Dajun did not know that the compatriot he saw was not the interviewee he planned.

The score of the first half of the game did not change again. When the referee Camus blew the whistle at the end of the first half, the score was still 1:2. According to international practice, the home team Marseille was in the front and the visiting team Paris Saint-Germain was in the back.

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Marseille was already a little chilly at the end of October. The temperature that day was only eight or nine degrees, and the wind was not small. Therefore, on the stand of Egur Park, he was naked, revealing white fat, wearing the flag of the Marseille team, the scarf around his neck, and even wearing a giant on his head. The fans of the big Marseille hat are very eye-catching.

The director of Marseille Club OM TV gave the tough fan a big close-up at halftime. The middle-aged uncle was also very energetic. Looking at the camera aimed at him, he immediately took a horizontal board from the hands of the fans around him and raised it high.

"Haha, that's our Gerry. Mr. Farsas, he seems to be a little fatter than last month. Blanco, commentator of Marseille Club OM TV, smiled and said that he recognized the famous hardcore fan of the Marseille team, Ji Rui, director of the Marseille Fans Association. Mr. Farsas. The famous Mr. Marseille fan often tells others that he is first a Marseille fan Gerry, and then Gerry. Farsas is a natural person. This gentleman is definitely a hardcore among hardcore fans.

"The lens is closer and let's see what's written on it." Blanco turned off the audio track and said to the director in the background.

The lens is getting closer. "Let's see what Gerry wrote today... Well, what is this? @#I'm here!" Blanco frowned. He really couldn't understand the characters before 'I'm here'. "It seems that it should be a person's name... or something else. Well, we have to ask this gentleman what he is doing after the game.

Of course, Blanco doesn't recognize Gerry. What is written on the banner of Farsas? That's the Chinese character 'Zhang Yang'. Er, in fact, this is the signature of Zhang Yang on the poster of the Marseille first team in Farsace, copied by the director of the Marseilles Fan Association. Originally, Zhang Yang's signature was a little pensed, but it was copied by Farsas, which looked even more different. Fassass promised that Zhang Yang would come to the Youth League to support him. As expected, he came. He not only came, but also made such a battle. Unfortunately, Zhang Yang did not see it.

Blanco doesn't know Gerry. Someone knows the words on the horizontal board held by Fassas.

The weather was a little cold. Zhong Dajun bought a cup of hot coffee and was drinking it. He looked up and saw this interesting fan on the big screen. He couldn't help having fun. French fans are really awesome. Damn, he really dared to show this fat body. Then he was stunned. He saw the horizontal board held by the fan. The camera was very clear. It said, "Zhang Yang, I'm here!"

It should be the word 'Zhang Yang'. Because it is too scribbled, Zhong Dajun is not sure, but he is sure that it is a Chinese character.

What's going on? Zhong Dajun scratched his head. Is the French fat man courting a Chinese woman? Well, the French are so romantic!

He removed his interest in the horizontal board and began to think about the second half of the game, praying that his compatriots could get a chance to play in the second half of the game, preferably as a substitute at the beginning of the second half of the game.

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The second half of the game began. Zhong Dajun was a little disappointed to see that his compatriots were still sitting on the bench. He did not see that the young man might play.

With the passage of game time, Fernandez still has no intention of substitution.

Is it going to be useless again today? Zhong Dajun is a little depressed. More anxious.

Zhong Dajun, a reporter from China's Sports Weekly, is anxious. In fact, Zhang Yang is the most anxious one.

He is so eager to play, eager to play, eager to prove himself!

Zhang Yang frequently looked at the head coach Pierre, who was standing on the sidelines, holding his chin in one hand and looking at the situation in the field. After the second half of the game began, the scene was very dull. The two sides fell into competition in the midfield, and there were few really threatening attacks.

At this time, the Marseille team is behind, and they are the most anxious side! It must be attacked! Obviously, Pierre is worried about the team's attack.

"What are you waiting for? Send me on the stage." Zhang Yang looked at the head coach. He couldn't wait to rush to Pierre's side to recommend himself. In fact, he really did that. Zhang Yang consciously stood up from the bench and warmed up on the sidelines. He even ran to Pierre's eyes to twist his buttocks, pressed his legs, and reminded the head coach of his existence.

Fernandez in the stands was happy to see this scene. That young man was really interesting. He knew Zhang Yang's little Jiujiu. The boy seems to be a little different from the Orientals he knows. The boy has no stage fright at all and is not worried that his behavior will anger Pierre?

"That boy is really unruly." Marseille assistant coach Hiltney shook his head and said. Because of the prejudice against Chinese football, Hiltney just doesn't think there is anything good about Zhang Yang. Because of this preconceived bias, he is not used to Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang successfully attracted Pierre's attention, who stared at Zhang Yang rudely, "Zhang, what are you doing?"

"Coach, I'm warming up and ready to wait for the call." Zhang Yang smiled.

Pierre was also amused by the boy. The boy was quite serious, but sometimes in this kind of personality, in the face of the flamboyant 'hippie smiling face', Pierre also took him at all. Of course, this is the good-tempered Pierre. If it were someone else's publicity, they might dare to do this. Pierre waved his hand to show Zhang Yang to warm up. Don't get in the way in front of him. Zhang Yang answered and walked away like a good baby.

Seeing Zhang Yang walking away, Pierre was thoughtful. Maybe he should really give this boy a chance to let him play?

The opponent Paris Saint-Germain certainly doesn't know anything about Zhang Yang. To put it rudely, Paris Saint-Germain doesn't even know where Zhang Yang is playing.

Maybe, at this moment, isn't it a good idea to send this boy?

Pierre gradually had a good idea in his mind, and he made a decision.

A few minutes later, when Zhang Yang ran under Pierre's eyes again and twisted his buttocks and pressed his legs, Pierre was angry - he roared at Zhang Yang, "Is it enough to warm up?" If you don't have it, hurry up!"

"Ah--?" Zhang Yang was stunned.

"What are you doing stupidly! Let you get ready to play." Assistant coach and goalkeeper coach Mark. Levi patted the buttocks of the stupid goose angrily.

"Oh, oh, oh, I'm ready. I've been ready for a long time!" Zhang Yang nodded in a hurry. As he spoke, he quickly took off his coat.

Looking at Le's smile, Pierre shook his head. He didn't know whether it was right or wrong for him to let this boy play so early! Originally, according to Pierre's plan, he planned to let Zhang Yang play in the last few minutes of the game and let the boy feel the atmosphere of the youth league. Now the game has only lasted for more than 60 minutes, and it has been sent to the field. I don't know what kind of performance this boy can do?

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After the start of the second half of the game, the reporters in the press gallery always pay attention to the movement on the bench of the Marseille youth team. The score of Marseille is behind. Once they can't attack for a long time, they will definitely be replaced. Who will be replaced?

At this time, a full warm-up has been made. Now he takes off his coat and stands on the sidelines to accept head coach Haddick. Pierre's face-to-face publicity attracted the attention of reporters.

"Look at the sidelines, there is a situation there!"

"Mr. Pierre is going to be replaced?"

"Look! Who is that?"

"An Oriental?"

"Does Marseille have any Oriental players?"

"It seems that Pierre is going to replace a midfielder. The question is who will he replace?" A reporter seems to know that Marseille had a trial for a Chinese player last year. The Chinese player seems to play in the midfield.

"Mier, do you know the young man with an oriental face?"

"It seems to be a Chinese player. Well, he should play in the midfield." Miel, a reporter from Sporting Marseille. Sorcester said in an unspeakable tone.

Just as the reporters were talking about the appearance of Zhang Yang, Zhang Yang was accepting Pierre's instructions.

Pierre looked at the young man in front of him, the boy who was laughing just now. At this moment, his face was serious and serious, and he looked like a soldier who was going to a decisive battle!

"Nervous?"

"A little, but more excited." Zhang Yang looked at his head coach fearlessly, as if he wanted to express his self-confidence in this way. He didn't want the coach to misunderstand him and not let himself play at the critical moment.

Pierre nodded and patted Zhang Yang on the shoulder. "If you can show your fighting spirit and state in the second trial, I will be relieved."

Zhang Yang didn't say anything, just nodded hard.

Pierre looked at Zhang Yang again with some uneasiness, but saw that the young man was turning his head and looking at the field with eagerness in his eyes. He smiled and patted Zhang Yang on the shoulder. "After playing, tell Olebel about the arrangements I just made."

"Okay, coach."

"I'm looking forward to your goal." Pierre thought for a moment and added another sentence. He felt that it was necessary to encourage the young man again. He understood that Zhang Yang attached great importance to this game and was worried that Zhang Yang was too nervous and afraid of his stage fright.

"I will." Zhang Yang gritted his teeth and exhaled.

Finally, Pierre patted Zhang Yang on the back and pushed him to the sidelines.

At the same time, a dead ball appeared on the court, and the fourth official on the sidelines raised the replacement electronic sign:

Under the 9th, on the 27th!

Blanco, the gold medal commentator of the Marseille club OM TV station, looked at the electronic sign on the sidelines in surprise. To be precise, he looked at the young man standing beside the fourth official in surprise.

A young man with yellow skin and dark hair?!

As a commentator of OM TV, Blanco knows more about the situation of Marseille than others. He knows that Marseille had a Chinese player before, but today's young man is not the young man he remembers. When did Marseille have another player with an oriental face?

"The Marseilles asked for a replacement, and Wadri was replaced. The Czechs performed really badly in today's game. He once wasted an excellent scoring opportunity... Mr. Pierre replaced... It was our No. 27 player." Blanco hurriedly looked for information. He didn't know the name of the young man who was about to play, or even his nationality.

"Damn it, I want the information. I want the information of that young man." Blanco turned off the track and shouted backstage.

At this time, the sideline is about to complete the replacement.

Wadley came down with a depressed face. His performance today was really terrible. As a striker, he was almost invisible. The only impressive thing was that the single shot was wasted by his weak shot.

This is not the most uncomfortable thing for Wadri. What makes him feel most uncomfortable is that he was replaced when he behaves so badly, and the one who replaces him is the Chinese boy he hates and dislikes the most!

Vadri was very unhappy. He didn't even bother to do the routine and high-five movements. He went straight to the bench, took two steps, and turned his head to look at the number 27 behind Zhang Yang, looking indifferently.

Zhang Yang is too lazy to care about and pay attention to Wadry's mood at this moment.

He raised his head. On the edge of the court with more than 4,000 people, he took a deep breath again. The air seemed to be filled with a man's breath, a kind of breath that can only be found in the court. This is the smell of battle.

Standing on the sidelines, Zhang Yang raised his right hand, like a real star, like a real football player. He stepped up his right foot and stepped into the court. Then, lift the left foot...

In this way, he straightened his chest and ran to the stage.

"Gan Yang! The battle has begun!" Zhang Yang clenched his fist and said to himself... This is a moment he will never forget in his life.

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PS: The battle of publicity has begun...

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